The weeks fly by. I can’t believe Valentine’s Day is only four days away.
“Delta’s on her way up,” I inform Fallon and Miss Alba at the kitchen island. My nerves ratchet up a notch as the important conversation rapidly approaches.
At the sound of the doorbell, Liberty hops up and down, cheering. When I told her I invited Delta to join us for lunch, she declared we are having a girl party.
“Liberty,” I attempt to gain her attention, “you can open the door, now.”
My daughter loves “big girl” tasks; opening the front door is one of her favorites. I’d never allow it if we didn’t have the doormen and other security features in our building.
“Hola,” she shouts, opening the door for our guest.
“Hola, Libby,” Delta greets. “What are you wearing?”
I close the door behind our guest as she kneels in front of Liberty. My strong-willed child demanded to wear her Spider-Man costume with a black Batman cape. She shed the hooded mask only moments ago, and her hair is a wild mess.